Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rites of Spring to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
The Residents,
The Human League,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.